Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
The Index,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
The Names,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.